Dust Away

by Emilia
(New York)

Dust away if you must,
but wouldn’t it be better,
to go and write a letter,
or maybe paint a picture?
The world's out there,
go feel the wind in your hair,
The sun in your eyes,
the ground below,
smell the flowers row on row.
Dust away if you must,
but bear in mind,
don’t be surprised
for old age comes
and it's not kind.